Drexle
Your Cure for Lameness
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| Eeey, bro! What's shakin', my man? | |
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| Not good times, my man. Not good times, ya dig? | |
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| Ooooooooh, what's the low down, daddy-o? | |
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| Maaaan, everything's all antithetic, hardly copacetic. I think I need some antiseptic for life's ills, ya dig? | |
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| Yeah, you know what the fuck I'm talking about. | |
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| Let's pretend I don't, daddy-o. What's killin' your chillin'? | |
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| It's all the same story, my man. Fast drugs, hard women, and cold coffee, cat. | |
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| Ouch, I feel your pain my man, but to suffer is good for the soul. From apathetic to dialectic, daddy-o. | |
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| "That what doesn't kill you, only serves to makes you stronger," quothe the 'N' man. | |
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| Mmm... or maybe that cat said "that what doesn't kill you makes you stranger?" | |
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| That sent a shiver down my spine, daddy-o. | |
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| Okay, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? | |
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| I'm a starving artist, ya dig? | |
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| You know, my man, you just can't be an artist until you know suffering. All the most dialectic works come from the bearer of a tragic life. Ya dig? | |
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| I dig, daddy-o. I dig deep and hard. | |
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| So, I bet you've got pages of notes and drawings to show for all of this, am I right, daddy-o? | |
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| We all know that true art is the product of tragedy, so get to it, bro! Let loose the lyrics of your soul! | |
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| What's the matter, daddy-o? Cat got yer tongue? | |
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| And a few other body parts, yes. | |
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| Man... have you even been workin' on any new material? What in the world happened to your soul, daddy-o? | |
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| My soul, it was flayed from my bones, man. I'm just another soulless automaton, wandering the machine. | |
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| That's scary, man. Truly frightening. | |
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| You know what they say about being your most creative when you're depressed, daddy-o? Bullshit. | |
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